Post by Micky Saint on May 22, 2016 13:00:13 GMT -5
Date: 05/08/2016
Location: Arena Mexico, Mexico City
We open on a shitty black car pulling up outside the arena, the fans can be heard in the background but as Micky Saint gets out of the front drivers side window in a cut up Manchester United jersey and black ray bans nobody reacts to him at all, he grabs his bag and walks up to the building straight past the crowd with nobody blinking an eyelid in his direction. For a second he feels an ache of disappointment, he doesn't understand how someone who is on the card and in promo shots online can be completely ignored even if it is to just hurl abuse at the new guy. But then he looks at their faces and realizes they all look distracted, worried, angry and scared as he moves slower trying to pick up dashes of conversation picking names and phrases out of garbled Mexican and piecing them together with bits of English, phrases like "what do you mean he's not here?" And hold on who all isn't on the show tonight" along with a few smart marks making comments on the stability of the company saying this could be the last show ever. His mind starts to race and he quickens his pace pulling open the performers entrance and rushing inside, it takes him a while but he finally finds the agent assigned to his match with Freezerburn but the guy attempts to blow him off telling him he doesn't know if the match is happening and the there are bigger things than a lower card debut he tells him to take a seat in the locker room with everyone else and wait so he does
As Micky now calmed down somewhat, moves through Arena Mexico's cavernous backstage area he notices a distinct lack of people, he knows the amount of staff needed to run a show this size and he counts about half that number in attendance. He then walks into a locker room that looks like it's going through unionization he can tell lines have been drawn in the room hell he can almost see them dotted out through the daggers being thrown from people pupils. The reception is pretty much the same as the crowds and the agents nobody blinks in his direction and anyone he tries to introduce himself too blows him off. Then he sees Freezrburn packing a bag and leaving the room, there's a small ripple of talk through the room and he finds out this way an hour before the agent comes back and breaks the news that his match has been struck from the card for administrative purposes. The agent then pays him his entire fee for the night in cash and tells him he is still under contract and therefore is forbidden to appear anywhere else in a wrestling capacity and with that Micky Saint went back outside got in his car and drove the whole way home to Georgia his legs numb and his mind a mess, this was meant to be the night he took and spade and slammed it into the ground of WCF, this was meant to be the night he appeased her once and for all but now he has no way of pleasing his Lady and no timeline for when his next opportunity will come and then as he pulls into his home town he sees it on a wall a huge poster, in 2 days time 2 towns over from his home of Macon someone called Ultimate Pro Wrestling was putting on a small time wrestling show, he smiles and picks up his phone to make a call
The following video was posted to the new WCF You-tube channel and retweeted by @bloodsoakedhands
We open on black, the screen starts to lighten as if it's fading into a picture but it is taking a long time, after a couple of silent seconds the sounds of a wrestling crowd filter into the building image, by now through the fade you can just about see the outline of a wrestling ring in the middle of a crowd of people but it's still so dark it's nearly impossible to tell. The crowd gets louder and it starts to become more and more apparent that a match is reaching it's climax, the crowd is now clear enough to be understood
Crowd: UPDUB! UPDUB! UPDUB!
A green cursor flashes on the screen and begins to spit out the following along the bottom of the screen
The following is a cut scene from the recently released digital copy of Ultimate Pro Wrestling's Devil Went Down To Georgia (05/10/2016), the scene while unplanned was cleared with WCF officials even if UPW's guys where kept out of the loop until the last moment
Suddenly as if from nowhere the lights turn on and we find ourselves staring at a hell of a scene, we are in a small community hall surrounded by Georgian Wrestling fans, in the ring a small time but recognizable wrestler has his hand raised in victory, on the floor at his feet is another much larger even lesser known wrestler, as things in the ring start to wrap up and both competitors exit ringside the crowd goes into its normal hum drum of after match conversation. Normally this is the time for a commercial break or at least some kind of cut away but this time the camera hangs eerily on the crowd, crossover convo from the commentators can also be heard, after a dip in video quality it becomes more and more apparent that we have now entered the aforementioned extra. This all makes little sense until suddenly a man in a black mask and hood slides into the ring holding a baseball bat and a microphone
Man: HEY!
The crowd doesn't react in the slightest, most don't even really turn his way but the booth erupts into chaos the commentators are audibly confused both asking if this is planned and can be heard rifling through schedules and revised card layouts
Commentator 1 (taking the initiative): Folks I hate to tell you this but we have no idea what we are looking at right now
Man: OI! OI! PAY SOME FUCKIN ATTENTION!
The crowd at this point bursts into boos and chants of shut the fuck up, building security can be seen beginning to surround the ring as well it gets uncomfortable and claustrophobic for a few seconds, the crowd are not behind any barriers and are a foot from the ring all round, theres only 150 fans but for this building this is a genuine sell out. One gaurd hops up on the apron but the guy backs him off with the baseball bat
Man: Whoah hold up a second give it time and you will be.... oh here we go
From the back a white guy in a shite suit runs out to ringside and catches hold of the head of security pulling them back
Man: Yeah there you go, this folks is what happens when bigger companies like WCF make 1 phone call.
The crowd then truly explodes everyone wants to know who is under the mask, Corey Black, hell maybe it's Seth himself, or Zmac maybe Dag Riddick faking an American accent but no as the man pulls down his hood all the air goes out of the room, it's just Micky Saint and the only one in the room who knows that name is the man who owns it. The crowd starts chanting WHO ARE YAH! At him some how allowing their Georgia Drawl to morph into a British one that tends to appear when Soccer chants get used at US wrestling shows, Micky just laughs in the middle of the ring
Micky: And there it is, thank you so much for proving my fucking point for me, now let me fill you in on something, in an alternate world somewhere out there in the multi-verse I would of got in this ring tonight and you all would of shat yourselves collectively, right now I would still be standing here unable to speak because the noise would be too deafening to do so. BUT! But, but, but, BUT! This is not the case because when this son of Macon just down the road showed up for the biggest night of his fucking life in Mexico City 2 days ago what happened?
Crowd member: Nobody cares!
Micky (no selling the heckle): They canceled my match! They took away my opportunity, they took away my chance to become something huge over night, they robbed each and every one of you of the most mesmerizing display of beating the shit out of someone by taking away my debut against Freezerburn, now c'est la vie I got a phone call this morning to say that at the next Slam taping I will be involved in a triple threat qualifying match for the TV title contender-ship and to some this would be an even bigger opportunity and something to quell the disappointment of a missed opportunity 2 weeks previous but then I saw who I was facing, the caliber of opponent WCF thought I was worthy of for this shot and quite frankly I am down right insulted. You gave me a man with no talent and a man whose talent lies in his wife and in case that wasn't obvious enough Ill lay it out for you, they gave me Nightrider and Adam Useless Young, I mean thats an insult right? Am I right? We have 2 guys who have proved time and time again that they have no real future in wrestling, they have tried so hard, Adam more than maybe anyone else in the history of this company and yet they have nothing but a few sporadic title reigns to their name most being tag belts shared with someone who has actual talent
The crowd goes into shut the fuck up chants as saint pulls out a joint and lights it in the middle of the ring, its a small town and nobody gives a shit they just wanna hate the prick in the ring
Micky: You see the indifference to my words these people are portraying should be familiar to the both of you, this is what your careers started with and in truth this is how they will end, no hall of fame, no appreciation night just another silent star exploding into a million pieces of dust each meaning less than the last. The difference between me and the 2 of you is that I have the ability to change that, in one night I can walk to the WCF ring and deliver a debut beat down the likes of which will never be forgotten, in 2 maybe 3 matches I could become the WCF Television champion and begin a legacy of gold the likes of which this company
The crowd starts to chant you UPDUB at him
Micky: Oh I'm sorry I was talking about a place people give a shit about, shush I am talking to the adults of the wrestling world you children sit here quietly till I am finished Nightrider I am gunna start with you, Im gunna beat the shit out your fat ass then reach down your throat and pull the thin athletic guy screaming to get out, out and beat the shit out of him too. Then I'll turn to the face of failure cunt that is Adam Young, a man who has tried to create a star for himself in this company by telling them he is one over and over louder and LOUDER! Adam you are nothing more than a self given nickname with legs and those legs are about to be broken. To the 2 of you I am an opponent but to me you 2 are a blank canvas and in my WCF debut I am going to create a masterpiece in blood....
Location: Arena Mexico, Mexico City
We open on a shitty black car pulling up outside the arena, the fans can be heard in the background but as Micky Saint gets out of the front drivers side window in a cut up Manchester United jersey and black ray bans nobody reacts to him at all, he grabs his bag and walks up to the building straight past the crowd with nobody blinking an eyelid in his direction. For a second he feels an ache of disappointment, he doesn't understand how someone who is on the card and in promo shots online can be completely ignored even if it is to just hurl abuse at the new guy. But then he looks at their faces and realizes they all look distracted, worried, angry and scared as he moves slower trying to pick up dashes of conversation picking names and phrases out of garbled Mexican and piecing them together with bits of English, phrases like "what do you mean he's not here?" And hold on who all isn't on the show tonight" along with a few smart marks making comments on the stability of the company saying this could be the last show ever. His mind starts to race and he quickens his pace pulling open the performers entrance and rushing inside, it takes him a while but he finally finds the agent assigned to his match with Freezerburn but the guy attempts to blow him off telling him he doesn't know if the match is happening and the there are bigger things than a lower card debut he tells him to take a seat in the locker room with everyone else and wait so he does
As Micky now calmed down somewhat, moves through Arena Mexico's cavernous backstage area he notices a distinct lack of people, he knows the amount of staff needed to run a show this size and he counts about half that number in attendance. He then walks into a locker room that looks like it's going through unionization he can tell lines have been drawn in the room hell he can almost see them dotted out through the daggers being thrown from people pupils. The reception is pretty much the same as the crowds and the agents nobody blinks in his direction and anyone he tries to introduce himself too blows him off. Then he sees Freezrburn packing a bag and leaving the room, there's a small ripple of talk through the room and he finds out this way an hour before the agent comes back and breaks the news that his match has been struck from the card for administrative purposes. The agent then pays him his entire fee for the night in cash and tells him he is still under contract and therefore is forbidden to appear anywhere else in a wrestling capacity and with that Micky Saint went back outside got in his car and drove the whole way home to Georgia his legs numb and his mind a mess, this was meant to be the night he took and spade and slammed it into the ground of WCF, this was meant to be the night he appeased her once and for all but now he has no way of pleasing his Lady and no timeline for when his next opportunity will come and then as he pulls into his home town he sees it on a wall a huge poster, in 2 days time 2 towns over from his home of Macon someone called Ultimate Pro Wrestling was putting on a small time wrestling show, he smiles and picks up his phone to make a call
The following video was posted to the new WCF You-tube channel and retweeted by @bloodsoakedhands
We open on black, the screen starts to lighten as if it's fading into a picture but it is taking a long time, after a couple of silent seconds the sounds of a wrestling crowd filter into the building image, by now through the fade you can just about see the outline of a wrestling ring in the middle of a crowd of people but it's still so dark it's nearly impossible to tell. The crowd gets louder and it starts to become more and more apparent that a match is reaching it's climax, the crowd is now clear enough to be understood
Crowd: UPDUB! UPDUB! UPDUB!
A green cursor flashes on the screen and begins to spit out the following along the bottom of the screen
The following is a cut scene from the recently released digital copy of Ultimate Pro Wrestling's Devil Went Down To Georgia (05/10/2016), the scene while unplanned was cleared with WCF officials even if UPW's guys where kept out of the loop until the last moment
Suddenly as if from nowhere the lights turn on and we find ourselves staring at a hell of a scene, we are in a small community hall surrounded by Georgian Wrestling fans, in the ring a small time but recognizable wrestler has his hand raised in victory, on the floor at his feet is another much larger even lesser known wrestler, as things in the ring start to wrap up and both competitors exit ringside the crowd goes into its normal hum drum of after match conversation. Normally this is the time for a commercial break or at least some kind of cut away but this time the camera hangs eerily on the crowd, crossover convo from the commentators can also be heard, after a dip in video quality it becomes more and more apparent that we have now entered the aforementioned extra. This all makes little sense until suddenly a man in a black mask and hood slides into the ring holding a baseball bat and a microphone
Man: HEY!
The crowd doesn't react in the slightest, most don't even really turn his way but the booth erupts into chaos the commentators are audibly confused both asking if this is planned and can be heard rifling through schedules and revised card layouts
Commentator 1 (taking the initiative): Folks I hate to tell you this but we have no idea what we are looking at right now
Man: OI! OI! PAY SOME FUCKIN ATTENTION!
The crowd at this point bursts into boos and chants of shut the fuck up, building security can be seen beginning to surround the ring as well it gets uncomfortable and claustrophobic for a few seconds, the crowd are not behind any barriers and are a foot from the ring all round, theres only 150 fans but for this building this is a genuine sell out. One gaurd hops up on the apron but the guy backs him off with the baseball bat
Man: Whoah hold up a second give it time and you will be.... oh here we go
From the back a white guy in a shite suit runs out to ringside and catches hold of the head of security pulling them back
Man: Yeah there you go, this folks is what happens when bigger companies like WCF make 1 phone call.
The crowd then truly explodes everyone wants to know who is under the mask, Corey Black, hell maybe it's Seth himself, or Zmac maybe Dag Riddick faking an American accent but no as the man pulls down his hood all the air goes out of the room, it's just Micky Saint and the only one in the room who knows that name is the man who owns it. The crowd starts chanting WHO ARE YAH! At him some how allowing their Georgia Drawl to morph into a British one that tends to appear when Soccer chants get used at US wrestling shows, Micky just laughs in the middle of the ring
Micky: And there it is, thank you so much for proving my fucking point for me, now let me fill you in on something, in an alternate world somewhere out there in the multi-verse I would of got in this ring tonight and you all would of shat yourselves collectively, right now I would still be standing here unable to speak because the noise would be too deafening to do so. BUT! But, but, but, BUT! This is not the case because when this son of Macon just down the road showed up for the biggest night of his fucking life in Mexico City 2 days ago what happened?
Crowd member: Nobody cares!
Micky (no selling the heckle): They canceled my match! They took away my opportunity, they took away my chance to become something huge over night, they robbed each and every one of you of the most mesmerizing display of beating the shit out of someone by taking away my debut against Freezerburn, now c'est la vie I got a phone call this morning to say that at the next Slam taping I will be involved in a triple threat qualifying match for the TV title contender-ship and to some this would be an even bigger opportunity and something to quell the disappointment of a missed opportunity 2 weeks previous but then I saw who I was facing, the caliber of opponent WCF thought I was worthy of for this shot and quite frankly I am down right insulted. You gave me a man with no talent and a man whose talent lies in his wife and in case that wasn't obvious enough Ill lay it out for you, they gave me Nightrider and Adam Useless Young, I mean thats an insult right? Am I right? We have 2 guys who have proved time and time again that they have no real future in wrestling, they have tried so hard, Adam more than maybe anyone else in the history of this company and yet they have nothing but a few sporadic title reigns to their name most being tag belts shared with someone who has actual talent
The crowd goes into shut the fuck up chants as saint pulls out a joint and lights it in the middle of the ring, its a small town and nobody gives a shit they just wanna hate the prick in the ring
Micky: You see the indifference to my words these people are portraying should be familiar to the both of you, this is what your careers started with and in truth this is how they will end, no hall of fame, no appreciation night just another silent star exploding into a million pieces of dust each meaning less than the last. The difference between me and the 2 of you is that I have the ability to change that, in one night I can walk to the WCF ring and deliver a debut beat down the likes of which will never be forgotten, in 2 maybe 3 matches I could become the WCF Television champion and begin a legacy of gold the likes of which this company
The crowd starts to chant you UPDUB at him
Micky: Oh I'm sorry I was talking about a place people give a shit about, shush I am talking to the adults of the wrestling world you children sit here quietly till I am finished Nightrider I am gunna start with you, Im gunna beat the shit out your fat ass then reach down your throat and pull the thin athletic guy screaming to get out, out and beat the shit out of him too. Then I'll turn to the face of failure cunt that is Adam Young, a man who has tried to create a star for himself in this company by telling them he is one over and over louder and LOUDER! Adam you are nothing more than a self given nickname with legs and those legs are about to be broken. To the 2 of you I am an opponent but to me you 2 are a blank canvas and in my WCF debut I am going to create a masterpiece in blood....